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it that so frightens the wild inhabitants of the forest very expensive, it's my identity card. (Attach a brief photo). So torn as to shiver ongi public official, the Italian Kingdom. More than the British. Here is how to begin the exciting adventure of your London hero of confidence. But, after the customs and scocciatissimo, but separate customs officer stands in front of me here in England! Pardon, Luton. Yes, because Luton is not London, nor the green heath, but only one road construction site: city, shipyard, airport. Taken from the strong regret to have flown one hour (with timezone!) To Treviglio arrival at the train station. Another 40 minutes and arrive in London between passandofinalmente green moors and brick houses. City Thameslink Station and I am now abbaccinato (was confusing because the sight of objects, buildings, views) and so I stay up to date yesterday to return to Orio al Serio. Daniel and I we recovered from her sister Elena, who leads us to eat at a pub where, with my second regret we order hamburgers. According to blow in England's burgers are good, even the bacon. After all, there are also a painter and a philosopher who was so called, so ... Elena
ago doctorate at the London School of Economics and worked in a cubicle like Dilbert (when I do I see and ask if they also have the evil gatbert dirgente staff makes a face as if to say: What did you say? Have other shit to shoot ? no, really, you do not know what you are referring ...)( I docuto Catbert say, in fact they are in Britain). was super friendly, hospitable and friendly to us two poor greenhorn lost in London. Her house is currently in Southwark and lives with a German and a pair of uniquely high Argentines in the male did not show up and escaped from the corridors. We shot every 5 days continuously visiting national, including the Tate and British museums. The British was a beautiful prints mstra on Indian '200. They were super colorful, a photo book of various recreational activities favored by Shiva, Ganesha and other deities bontempone.
While we admire this beautiful figurine will be presented to our shoulders a inquitante figures. Armed with camera resumed for a few seconds each image, commenting on the title in English or a Hindu rather exotic. The comments, which for 90% of cases were only the name of the deity represented while actually c'enerano 5 or 6 other supporting actors (which may, however, stood on chestnuts), (returning to the subject of the main) were pronounced with a voice so quiet, warm and comforting and exotic I would have gladly joined the first group of Hare Krishna who passed for the British. Unfortunately (but not according to my girlfriend) is not passed no one except a Japanese techno-house with a bell ringing in the atmosphere that kindly let ring type soft luxury of the room of your prints. Alas, between all the cards were not what I wanted, except one, not even the man with a video camera.
And speaking of Indians, the ones with the dot, I caught the double of Condello, my professor of Greek Literature and Culture, and Battiato, both indopakistani (nn so distinguished in sight, as disingre a pound of feathers from a lead). Among the other paki means Puri, then indopuritani, such as spoon river Ganges: sleep sleep Himalayas , sleep, sleep sull'himala-a-aya.
With three years experience I Elena and Dani we have protected our stomachs from inappropriate food habits with respect to the island. The days have gone quiet walks among endless and beautiful nineteenth century buildings and pub signs. On the evening of England South Africa almost every British pub with a television as it was crammed ll of one Milan-Bergamo. Pub South African was rehabilitated in a basement pub, but inside was not as I will never know, as fans came up onto the road and those of the local had also put a TV on the stairs outside. The only pub agibile was densely populated as Japan. A pint of beer to see a great fool of English and a resounding victory in South Africa. To be continued (as I hate this phrase, especially at the end of the cartoon episodes)
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